The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1887-12-17

tripkeo OF the ring and laying atsinsthet
young girl'set hand. Something in the,
todt- fthose6l,ttle Hpgers ran through
Ills veins like FIRE 7IIe'could no iongei
restrain himself, but cried aloud 80 u.
ST love You, Olga: l love yoil viii,
you be my wife?"
For a moment Olga iitd hot answer,
but remained with her hand in las.i
her dark eyes fixed upon his face.
mol" she said at last, slowly and
without aFttace tpft emotion; Hrlo, and
yet you are the first tbes only one
Nhc hes eve: loved me sufficiently TO
ask it of me; for that reason refuse.
youl'' 81 6 { IS, &5'.5, y, !. !
!, ''olgo--beean Julian. ZIP 8 strangled
voice. SIS
'Stopln she continued, with a decl.,
ded gesture. "You must listen to me
and understand Alright why it Is that
say to you, No--a thousand times no.
If necessary to convince, you.s 1t is--
thatI amnot WORTH y of you, and that
| should make you unhappy. DO you
remember, she went on. her words
sounding cold and, firm through the
stiffness or tile night, 'tle letter that
you thought you had lost from your
sister! An, well, my friend, you let it
fall here; l picked it up and read it.
1t was her reply to the confidence you
had made her OF your sentiments for
mo, sentiments WHICH ! have known
for many weeks. She. reIoiced, artless
and tender child that she Isl but in
terms that showed mo as nothing ash
ever done before what profound,
what o huuilating difference exists be-
tween a pure young girl like that and
one brought up like myself. In reading
that letter, full of intimate and touch.
ing plans and details, saw that your
family was an old unstained pedigree
and Of honest wives and mothers
Thank God, Mons. de 'Rhe, thank him
hourly, that the woman who brought
you into this world Is one of}whom you
can never think without feeling sou.e-
thing indescribably sweet throbbing in
the depth OF your SOUL also have a
mother--I. Olga Barbarine. You have
only seen her frivolous, perhaps rldlcu
lous; have been forced to Judge her.
IF you were to ask her for my hand
she would refuse. you. * OIL are not a
prince; your fortune is only moderate.
My mother'h has determined my mother
has brought ,mesup Ito make an exalted
marriage otherwise. Truly, my
FRIEND, have had bitter experience,
for girl OF 19 years It1s horrlhle.fis
it nntp Nauasth eIeoo, IL 40 tHuo. q IL.
hold why Wefwore last. winter at Nice
last summer at Skeweningen, why we
are now at Pau, and why we roll like
baggage from one end of Europe to tile
other, My mother, you understand, a
spot Of crimson burning in her cheeks,
"my mother has bsen almost a royal
princess; She has made me comprehend,
and to comprehend it from the hour r
was Is years Of age, that was destined
to become duchessat least. morgan
attic one, IL necessary, but still ducll.
ess? AZ marriage with "a gentleman al
most simple citiZen would in her eyes
degrade mo. l. know, that / inspire you
with disgust, Mons. dc Ishe; 1 shudder
at. myself,'' continued Olga. the even
tones Of her voice for the first fine
breaking into sob, "but do not speak,
oo not protest; 1T is impossible that You
can present. impossible that you can
truly wish to present, to your fam
lily as your 6ance or your wife one who
has such memories and such dirt In her
heart as I. Besides, lam only an OBJ
ject of luxury. costly and useless, which
you do not need, and which would no
bring you happiness. / dare! not, i do
not, i will not love you'll I. love no one;
it is forbidden mel Do not speak i'm.
plore you; 'tis useless; but love me for.
ever and-gol"
Three years later, on rough and
stormy night; the transport Couetlc,
returning from Senegal, put into port
at the yCanaries to take up the mail,
then continued, on her way. Shortly
after her departure the baggage mas
ter entered }3the officers room and
placedsupon the table a package OF let
tefs and papers; and Julian Rhe, open,
ing q Paris journal, already a month
old, read under the heading Of News
OF the Day.n the following lines: "Hls
royal highness, the king Of Suabia,
travelling, as oil the world knows, In
the strlctest incognito, under the titla
Of Count Of Augsbourg, has been at the
Hotel Grande Louvre since yesterday
morning. a very disagreeable Incl
dent occurred at the railroad station at
the moment Of hts arrival. The baro.
ness Of Hall, who, accompanied only
by her mother, the Countess Barba.
rine, has made the voyage with his
majesty, lost trinkct OF little value,
but to which it appears the lady at.
tacles the greatest Importance. It was
4 simple lions claw mounted upon a
ring OF gold, Nine. do IIallias offered
a reward Of 1900 francs for the fecov.
cry Of the aane.n r.
Wake up. Julian; wake up, my boy;
Isn't this your watcllp" cried q voice at;
his elbow; "they are piping from bess
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